PAST ONE O'CLOCK. AKA and see "I am asleep and don't waken me [2]." Irish, Air (3/4 time). A Major. Standard. AABBCCDD. O'Farrell marks the tune "slow" and says the tune is Irish. The air first appears in Burk Thumoth's 1785 collection (pg. 30-31). As "Past one o'clock, on a cold and frosty morning" it appears in several English ballad operas, sometimes with a burden in Irish, finds Bruce Olson. O'Farrell (Pocket Companion, vol. 1), c. 1805; pgs. 68-69.

I AM ASLEEP {AND DON'T WAKEN ME} [1]("Tha mi am chadal," or "Taimse 'im chadal"). AKA and see "Taimse 'im Chodladh." Scottish, Irish; Slow Air (3/4 time). F Major. Standard. AAB. This tune, an "ancient simple set," "is claimed by both the Irish and Lowland Scotch. There being very ancient Gaelic words to it, the Highlands have as well?founded a claim to it as either, which the editor is bound to assert. It was since the air was printed that he observed it furnished with words by H. MacNeil, Esq., who is entirely of the editor's opinion, regarding its origin" (Fraser). As with many tunes the national origin is in dispute, and Paddy Moloney of the Chieftains, echoing (word for word) the early 19th century collector Edward Bunting, believes this "ancient and beautiful air (was) unwarrantably appropriated by the Scots." Bunting (1840) notes that Hector O'Neill, a Scot, wrote words to it. Fraser (The Airs and Melodies Peculiar to the Highlands of Scotland and the Isles), 1874; No. 34, pg. 12.

I AM ASLEEP AND DON'T WAKEN ME [2]("Taim I Mo Chodhladh Is Na Duisigh Me," "Táimse im/mo Chodladh" or "Ta me mo chodladh"). AKA and see "Cold, frosty morning," "Lament of a Druid," "Past one o'clock," "Thamama Hulla" (an Englished version of the Irish title). Irish, Air (3/4 time). F Major (O'Sullivan/Bunting): F Mixolydian (Stanford/Petrie). Standard. AB (O'Sullivan/Bunting): AAB (Stanford/Petrie). A variant of version #1. Cowdery (1990) identifies this tune as a member of "The Blackbird" family. The first printing of the tune was apparently in Neales' Collection of the Most Celebrated Irish Tunes (Dublin, 1726), the first collection of Irish melodies (Ó Canainn, 1978), though the Scots were quick to take it up as it appear in Stuart's Music for TTM, c.1725/6 (where it appears as "Chami ma chattle"). It was used in ballad operas of the 18th century and is still quite common in the tradition.

A story is told by O'Neill regarding this tune, quoted in O'Sullivan (1983):

When at Mr. Macdonnell's of Knochranty in the county of Roscommon, he met a young nobleman from Germany who had come to Ireland to look after some property to which he had a claim through his mother. "He was one of the most finished and accomplished young gentlemen," says O'Neill, "that I ever met. When on one occasion Hugh O'Neill and I played our last tunes for him, he wished to call for 'Past one o'clock,' or 'Tha me mo chodladh, naar dhoesk a me,' which he had heard played somewhere before, but for the name he was at a loss. Perceiving me going towards the door, he followed me, and said that the name of his bootmaker was Tommy McCullagh, and that the tune he wanted was like saying 'Tommy McCullagh made boots for me;' and in the broad way he pronounced it, it was not unlike the Irish name. I went in with him and played it, on which he seemed uncommonly happy.

Blind harper Arthur O'Neill (1734-1818), originally from County Tyrone, mentioned the tune (as "Past One O'Clock") in his memoirs. As a young man he stayed seven years with a Colonel White of Red Hill, County Cavan, and visited his neighbor, a Mr. Norris Thompson, every Saturday night:

I spent my time very pleasantly between Colonel White and Mr. Thompson. I spent one Saturday night with Mr. Thompson particularly and he was so uncommon fond of the tune 'Past one o'clock' that we both tête-à-tête finished four bottles of good old port wine, I playing the tune all the time except when lifting my hand to my head.

A translation by Dr. Eoin O'Neill of the Irish lyric, goes:

As I was abroad late one evening
I am asleep and don't waken me
It happened that I noticed by my side a beautiful apparition
I am asleep and don't waken me-
Her curly, ringleted, cascading surplus of tresses fell over her trembling limbs,
As she launched the arrows that pierced me in the side.
I am sleep and don't waken me.

Arise my loyal family and take up your weapons
I am asleep and don't waken me
And level to the ground every English clown.
I am asleep and don't waken me
If only three survive, let there be shouts of triumph in all your towns;
From Carrick-on-Suir west to the banks of Dingle
Raise your blades and give the English their own treachery;
I am asleep and don't waken me.